Writer's Nook
Feb. 25, 2008
Spirit
Spirit
Prancing in a golden field,
He rears and kicks his velvet heels,
To no creature does he yield,
And no envy does he feel,
Knowing he is free.
Free to run and free to neigh,
Free to wander where he may,
No one could ever make him stay,
He would surely get away,
Running every day.
And when winter chill sets in,
And flakes of snow rest on his skin,
He settles down with back to wind,
For many storms has he been in,
But he was still free.
When summer's warmth does come at last,
And cold winds do cease to blast,
He paws and rolls in dewy grass,
How glad he is the cold is past,
The wild horse of Madras.
by Me! =D
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Kit Schwester is twenty-two years old and lives in America. She grew up in Germany with a brother, a sister, and her parents. After graduating early from school, Kit went to a college in Germany where they recommended that she go to a bigger college in America. She went, despite the disapproval of her parents. She now works as a police/detective.
